ICE AGE: A MANMMOTH CHRISTMAS
Script:
M: Okay Ellie! I got her.
E: The Christmas rock!
M: Just got her out of storage. I wanted to surpri Peaches. Where is our sweet little angel? Huh?
P: Incoming hahahahaha
E: There is your sweet little angel. P: Sorry, dad.
B: Yeah! Whoo-hoo! It s'on!
P: You guys need to chill out.
E: Peaches!
P: Oh! The Christmas rock! I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it! I love it!
M: No no no Don t!' • • Oh, too late!
P: I m' stuck.
M: This is the same Christmas rock I had when I was a kid. It ' 素炒菠菜s an heirloom thats b'een in our family for generations.
E: Tonight when Santa comes by with his prents, hlel e 'this rock and know that a very special little girl lives here.
M: Oh, Christmas rock, oh, Christmas rock. You're 30 tons of granite. And every ...
D: You know you're singing to a rock, right?
M: It's a Christmas tradition for the kids. Don't sabers have Christmas traditions?
D: Oh, yeah! Every year my dad would bring home the biggest, fattest gazelles he could find and then we'd all rip into their our prents.
And we'd play games with the gazelles and dance with them and not eat them. The end.
S: Merry Christmas, my mammals. Wow! That's some crazy rock.著名小说家
M: Step away from the stone!
S: Why?
M: You 'll break it.
E: (laugh) Sid cant b'reak a rock.
D: Don 't tempt him!
P: Uncle Sid, we need this so that Santa can find us tonight.
S: what? This? Oh, Puff. He could go right pass it. You need something bigger, taller, sparkler, something with a pizzazz. Um, a tree!
M: A Christmas tree? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?
D: There r'e millions of trees out there, Sid. How could anyone notice this one?
S: well, we could decorate it. Crash, Eddie!
B: sweet.
S: And, voila!
D: It does look pretty good.
M: Ah! It will never catch on.
P: It s'beautiful!
S: Hmm, it needs a certain razzle-dazzle on top. Something that says Sid. And just like that, a tradition is born.
吊竹梅S: Seriously, what did you think was gonna?
D: Yep, that says Sid, all right?
S: Okay, okay, lets jus't keep it together. It really is about the sprit of Christmas, isnt it?'
M: you 're about to be a spirit of Christmas, Sid.
S: Manny, plea, I am so sorry.
M: You know what? Sid, I m th'e least of your worries. You got to answer to Santa.
S: Santa? Santa Claus?
M: He is never gonna forgive this. You just got yourlf on桑白皮
Santa ' 刘文典s …Uh, ah, SantNaughty List.
P: Santa has a Naughty List?
M: And if you re'not good, he puts your name on it.
B: We'剧烈的争吵re never good. / Then why start now?
M: Well, if your name ' s on the Naughty List, yot ugedtoCnhristma's.
S: But no! Why me? besides the fact that ist my fau'lt.
明星签名E: The Naughty List? Where did you come up with that?
M: Relax, Sid is gullible, but he is not that gullible. He knows this
Santa stuff is just for kids.
P: What! You don't believe in Santa?
M: Um, I ,well
E: Of cour he believes! Thats the m'agic of Christmas.
P: If anyone derves tobe on the Naughty List, dad? Its you!'
E: She sure told you, didnt she? '
M: Well, too bad, I am a grown up, grown-ups don't believe in the
Naughty List.
S: (cry) I m n'ot getting Christmas!
B: Don 't cry, Sid.
S: Why not!
B: Your tears are freezing solid.
S: Why? Why? Why?
D: My guess? Becau he doestnhav'ea lor list.
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S: Well, thanks for trying to cheer me up. I still feel terrible.
P: Pull it together, Uncle Sid, wev'e got work to do.
S: But I m'still feel sulking.
B: No time. We re'going to the pole.
S: The north one?
s real.
P: Yep, we re'gonna find Santa so I can prove to my dad that heAnd we're gonna get you off that list.
B: And us, too. We may be naughty but we still want Christmas.
S: Peaches, honey, you cant come'with us. This is a very dangerous journey. The north pole is a desolate land of ice and snow.
B: This isnt e'xactly Miami.
P: Come on, Uncle Sid, I want us all to have Christmas together.
S: Um, I don 't know, sitwil'dly irresponsible and impulsive but lest
do it. Northward, ho
Together: Ho, ho, ho
P: Uh, guys, lets foll'ow the northern light. North, get it!
S: Northward, ho …
P: Santa, ho ……
Together: Ho, ho, ho.
S: On the ninth day of Christmas. My true love gave to me Nine fleas a-biting
P: Eight pounds of ear wax
